rumbe, bumble, toil and trouble!

If such bad luck would stop happening, she would not be able to justify making a fool of herself. "Merci, gentil monsieur" she uttered to him as he moved closer. Perhaps Angel should be more hesitant to accept assistance from wolves... She learned growing up they are brutal, yet Takeshi had been kind. Kore was kind too. A light pink dust settled against her cheeks proclaiming she was 'pretty' "je suis Angélique." Er, no. He did not understand.

Right. "I am Angelique" she said, repeating her words in the common tongue. He tries to work the paw from the ground, and eventually it slips out. She winced once or twice, but being trapped was worse than any pain she felt at the moment. Ever the damsel in distress, she muses bitterly to herself. One day, she would be able to stand on her own paws! "thank you. Thank you" she uttered, breathless as she takes the bruised paw and places it tenderly against the earth "you are too kind..."

She wished to thank him, so she leans forward to place a gentle smooch against his cheek. If allowed, that is. He could even bite her in such close proximity, but she has never been one to reject showing gratitude. Angel leans back. "H-Have you, perhaps, seen some that look like me?" Takeshi hadn't mentioned seeing any of her travelling band "ones that speak like me?" She held hope, perhaps, they could be found.